They divided up the spoils, and Jurgis got as his share fifty-five dollars and some change.  He protested that it was too much, but the other had agreed to divide even.  That was a good haul, he said, better than average.

When they got up in the morning, Jurgis was sent out to buy a paper; one of the pleasures of committing a crime was the reading about it afterward.  “I had a pal that always did it,” Duane remarked, laughing—­“until one day he read that he had left three thousand dollars in a lower inside pocket of his party’s vest!”

There was a half-column account of the robbery—­it was evident that a gang was operating in the neighborhood, said the paper, for it was the third within a week, and the police were apparently powerless.  The victim was an insurance agent, and he had lost a hundred and ten dollars that did not belong to him.  He had chanced to have his name marked on his shirt, otherwise he would not have been identified yet.  His assailant had hit him too hard, and he was suffering from concussion of the brain; and also he had been half-frozen when found, and would lose three fingers on his right hand.  The enterprising newspaper reporter had taken all this information to his family, and told how they had received it.

Since it was Jurgis’s first experience, these details naturally caused him some worriment; but the other laughed coolly—­it was the way of the game, and there was no helping it.  Before long Jurgis would think no more of it than they did in the yards of knocking out a bullock.  “It’s a case of us or the other fellow, and I say the other fellow, every time,” he observed.

“Still,” said Jurgis, reflectively, “he never did us any harm.”

“He was doing it to somebody as hard as he could, you can be sure of that,” said his friend.

Duane had already explained to Jurgis that if a man of their trade were known he would have to work all the time to satisfy the demands of the police.  Therefore it would be better for Jurgis to stay in hiding and never be seen in public with his pal.  But Jurgis soon got very tired of staying in hiding.  In a couple of weeks he was feeling strong and beginning to use his arm, and then he could not stand it any longer.  Duane, who had done a job of some sort by himself, and made a truce with the powers, brought over Marie, his little French girl, to share with him; but even that did not avail for long, and in the end he had to give up arguing, and take Jurgis out and introduce him to the saloons and “sporting houses” where the big crooks and “holdup men” hung out.